After Los Angeles (Explicit)

After Los Angeles (Explicit) - Joe Firstman

I got a hair cut a dress shirt

A St Paulie's girl

But I don't need any of that

I got a number on a napkin

A soup can to sing through

A tune in it's worst mood

I got a temper like a fistfight

And a tab after midnight

And a right fast woman

And there'll be hell to pay

After Los Angeles

And you won't believe

What I've seen

This town is a workshop

For wordsmiths and grifters

And misters and misses

And cheeks full of kisses

And all of you bidders

Can't wait 'till I'm bitter

I've got a fever

Like the boulevard summer

And a right fast woman

And there'll be hell to pay

After Los Angeles

And you won't believe

What I've seen

Bury me beside you when I die

When I'm dead and gone

Mama sing me to sleep while you weep

But don't weep at all

'Cause there'll be hell to pay

After Los Angeles

And you all won't believe

What I've seen

And there'll be hell to pay

After Los Angeles

And I'm just another fool along the scene

You can find me in the back

And if you don't f**king care

Why did you ask

You find me in the back

And if you don't f**king care

Then why did you ask me

You can find me well in the back

And if you don't f**king care

Why did you ask

Why did you ask me

Why did you ask me

Why did you ask me

Why did you ask me